I eased myself off Belle's lap as carefully as I could, half-expecting her to wake up and punch me anyway. The warmth that'd been pressed against me disappeared immediately, replaced by the chill air of the infirmary. Figures. Comfort never lasts.
My phone was lying on the floor where I'd dropped it last night. I grabbed it, brushed off some dust, and squinted at the screen.
5:03 A.M.
I groaned. "Of course. I survive a breakdown and wake up before sunrise. Perfect."
The room was still. Just the faint tick of the clock, the soft rhythm of her breathing. I glanced back at Belle. She was out cold, not a care in the world, face calm like she hadn't accidentally watched me completely lose it last night.
Well, no point just staring at her. If I was awake, she might as well join me in the suffering.
"Hey," I said, crouching beside her and giving her shoulder a light shake. "Belle. Morning already. Time to—"
Her hand moved faster than my brain could process.
"Oh, come on—"
Boom.
